Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Unity

http://www.unityproject.net/

 “We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business;

we are each other's magnitude and bond.”

― Gwendolyn Brooks

“Pit race against race, religion against religion,

prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer!

We must not let that happen here.”

― Eleanor Roosevelt

“I felt knowledge and the unity of the world

circulate in me like my own blood.”

― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

 "Unity" Sculpture at Federal Building & U.S. Courthouse

Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Midweek Motif ~ Unity

Is there anything that doesn't work better with Unity?

As a principle of design, unity: "occurs when all of
the elements of a piece combine to make a balanced,

harmonious, complete whole. Unity is another of those

hard-to-describe art terms but, when it's present,

your eye and brain are pleased to see it."

 Versus:

Dis                 u

n

i                                                     ty

Your Challenge: In a new poem, bring diverse or disparate entities into unity.  

Excerpt from The Anti-Suffragists

BY CHARLOTTE ANNA PERKINS GILMAN

Fashionable women in luxurious homes,

With men to feed them, clothe them, pay their bills,

Bow, doff the hat, and fetch the handkerchief;

Hostess or guest, and always so supplied

With graceful deference and courtesy;

Surrounded by their servants, horses, dogs, —

These tell us they have all the rights they want.

Successful women who have won their way

Alone, with strength of their unaided arm,

Or helped by friends, or softly climbing up

By the sweet aid of ‘woman’s influence’;

Successful any way, and caring naught

For any other woman’s unsuccess, —

These tell us they have all the rights they want.

. . . .  (Read the rest of this amazing poem HERE.)

I Have Learned So Much

BY HAFITZ

I
haveLearned

So much from God
That I can no longer
Call
Myself

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me

That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even pure
Soul.

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.

The Red Wheelbarrow

by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

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( Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Change)